At the train station, breathing in the second hand smoke of a former prisoner. She's on the phone with her mother. She's telling her all about how she sent a birthday card to her friend in prison. Yes! The former prisoner and her friend sat down next to me! Turns out he is a former prisoner too. They're talking about parole now. Oh, sad, they got off. I have now been joined by a stinky creepy guy wearing a pin that says, "I sing." He has really long nose hairs. Gross! He's leaning his head back now so I can see straight up! Glad to be getting off now...